Gay male teachers and Paedophilia

During my exam week at uni, I called out for people to give me suggestions on what to write about. I received only one response.

Why not write about you becoming a teacher so you can be closer to young boys. From what we have heard around town you are a bit of a pedo in training. Luck of the drawer that i came across your blog, you are a sick individual. If even half of what i have heard is true you should be taken to an island somewhere and slowly and painfully put to death. You are a sicko!

I can say, I only felt sadness when I read this. At first I was going to write a blog that first rebutted what this person had said, then I was going to disspell the myth of gay male teachers as being paedophiles, however after many days and nights thinking about how to properly approach this feedback, I think I’ve finally decided on what to say in response, as I do not believe that this comment requires time, nor effort.

There’s an ‘s’ that belongs there!

Lately I’ve had a lot of people incorrectly spell my name. More so than has happened in the last 5 years.

If I were to graph it, it would blow your mind, but because of my awesome skills as a data analysis not being utilised currently, I can’t give accurate numbers.

First most spelling mistakes came because I have a K at the start of my name, so being called Christian isn’t uncommon for me. The K is so important to me that I will order a Pizza and when they ask what name please, I always say Kristian with a K. Even though it doesn’t matter to me that much, as I won’t see it, I just want that K to be important for me, it’s my name. MY name.

But lately, there has been a massive spike in people missing the ‘S’ in my name. So I’ve become Kritian, or Cretin essentially. I don’t want to be cretin, nor do I want to be Kritian. THE ‘S’ IS IMPORTANT!

Everyone is allowed to make a spelling mistake, I know I do all the time, but I always try to spell someone’s name correctly.

The vent I need to get out

I really should have thought about this when it all started.

You said you’d loved me from the day you met me, yet when I think back at what we did for each other, I was the one doing all the work.

I would send you emails saying that I was thinking about you, and would always work towards trying to find out more about you. All went unanswered.

I would call your phone to surprise you, but you never returned the gesture.

I would stay up late to talk to you, but often you’d never be online. I wrecked the next day for me, for you.

I tried to talk about the reality of our relationship, and tried to work out the future with you, but you got upset at me and accused me of seeing someone else.

The door was then closed and still I don’t get an email, a message, or even a message on MSN.

The thing which bites me the most is the thought that I’ve wasted my time on you, and still do, but there is nothing there for me to feel like what we supposedly had was reflected in any shape or form.

Now I look like I have egg on my face, and it’s because of my foolish belief that we would work. I have to explain to everyone that I’m yet again single, and yet the whole time, realistically, I was.

Now it’s too late for a reprise, I’ve waited a month for something from you to change my mind.

Here’s hoping I have better luck next time.

~Krislicked~

Dear World, I’m angry.

Dear World,

As you can see by the title of my blog, I’m angry.

I’m angry that we live in a world where individualism is seen as something which should be excluded.

I’m angry that we live in a world where we leave the future to the world to 137 (or so) people who are more concerned about their hip-pocket than the future of the world. Newsflash, if the world gets any worse, you won’t have a need for money and your thrifty ways will have been for nothing. Idiots.

I’m angry that we are all susceptible to pre-conceived ideas.

I’m angry that I pinned my emotions on someone in hope of a “happily ever after”, only to have one fight and then get ex-communicated.

I’m angry that we have to keep explaining ourselves, and not only explain ourselves, but work bloody hard to get a message of positivity across.

I’m angry that creativity and imagination is slowly being drained out of our way of living.

I’m angry that people are not really caring any more.

I’m more angry that I don’t know how to work towards changing peoples perspectives on what they should care about, and actually educating themselves on the issues in society.

I’m angry that people who society respects, be it celebrities, people with “power” (i.e. Prime Ministers and Presidents), and so on, don’t always work towards promoting a new image of the world.

I’m angry that each country talks about things on a global scale, but doesn’t do anything to achieve, prove, or even work towards bettering situations.

I’m angry that there is such a thing as unemployment, everyone has a use to the world and more so, to the future.  Just because someone doesn’t meet your ideals for what you would like them to do in your company, doesn’t mean that you can’t get them to do it, upon other things which they are more than capable of doing.

World, maybe I’m not just angry. I’m also sad. Deeply sad that the world is like this as well.

We have the answers to the issues we face in life, any dilemma does have an answer, and it doesn’t always have to be negative (You are able to find positives if you look hard enough, or even ask a friend for an idea).

We, as a part of the World, need to come together and work towards a future which sees a connection and combination of technology, of inspiration and imagination, of dedication, and of hope.

Lets stop living in despair. We can do it.

Drink Drive Dead!

The Victorian Government is talking about changing the legal limit for drink driving to 0.02 BAC, a move which is because in the last year, 38 (or so) people were in car collisions and the drivers had a BAC level of under 0.05 (which was the legal limit).